As the creature stood frozen in shimmering ice, its claws just inches from Amelia, the chamber was silent.
Only the soft crackling of the frozen sculpture echoed in the silence, but despite how it looked, the creature was far from defeated.
Amelia's gaze stayed calm, her breathing steady. This was one of her passive abilities; a protective energy field around her that froze anything or anyone that got too close without permission.
The creature had learned to move faster than most could follow, disappearing from sight.
But even though it could vanish from the naked eye, it couldn't escape Amelia's senses. At her level, locking onto this creature's aura was as easy as breathing.
Though frozen, the creature pulsed with energy, its form shifting slightly within the icy prison.
Once sleek and menacing, it was now an ice sculpture, but its struggle to break free was clear.
